We

We are peaceful nights in chaotic darkness. Lazy mornings in a busy world. To rise and return and be trapped in your arms and decide this is the moment

I will linger in.

We are the inevitable exchange between two lovers, when one is trapped beneath cat, so of course the other will fetch the snacks.

The neighborhood becomes our world, we name the trees these mythical beings, uncover mushrooms in the leaves, and feed on your sunshine as you feed off mine.

For these moments are brief.

I grow flowers in your madness as yours bloom in mine, for once I sought to save the world but now I just need more time.

To keep us for as long as I can hold us in my hands like slipping sands I'll gather us together and build castles from these grains and even as coming waves batter and crash I will build and build a place to save because we come from caves but with you I always find a way to breathe to speak to weep to love and these are all things, that humans weave.

Of all of space and certainty, we learn that of the two of these,

only one can be

quantified with ease

in a universe where many of me is not with you. We--

are rare.

So I cherish you till my lips are blue the outside is cold but warmth is you

I'll weather no storms without your hands in mine, and if you give me a penny I'll give you a dime and together we'll make it up this mountain

together we'll climb

and find that rare, rare view

For it's true, my love, rare will always be you.